Save your hardcore tears
Little hardcore girl
Daddy never loved you
Like a daddy should have loved you
So you put up your walls
And put X on your hands
And tear down infidelities
Of the kids who stand around
So take up your cross
And walk here with me
Save your tears
For weary eyes
Save your hardcore tears
Little hardcore boy
The ones who said you were a friend
But rather call you freak
But you never pay them mind
Cuz when you’re in that circle
No one calls you freak
Cuz fists make friends better
So break down the walls
And let the light shine in
And your arms bear the marks
Of the one you would serve
Save your hardcore tears
Little punk rock girl
Those girls they poke fun
With fingers they call words
Their nails they paint
In pinks and blues
But yours you dye
In black and blood red
But the nails on your fingers
Mean jack when you see
That the nails that you need
Are In the palm of your hands
Save your tears
For weary eyes |